Cruella De'vil

Ch.1

Hello my darlings. This is my story and my story only. You may know me as" That devil woman",but I am anything but that. I will tell you Everything that you need. We need to chop chop.. I don't have all day. My story begins in the wonderful city of London. I love everything here, fashion being the best. I had the most lavish mansion and it was so lovely. Grand Staircase that leads to all the bedrooms on the second floor. Off to the side from the staircase was the grand hall, I met my mother there every morning before school. My my, that was so long ago...The dining room was just off to the left. I was 9 when I started to learn how to become a lady.

It takes a whole lot, just like my mother. She is in charge of quite a bit, she is always doing something. My governess Miss. Pricket, she was a kind and timid woman. She let me learn what I wanted to, as long as I did my French. Oh, the many hours I would spend in the schoolroom with her. She taught me how to be a fine lady. I want to start the day after my first school day. The room is quite spacious for 2 people.I like it that way, mother met me in the sunroom to tell me all about her adventures. If only she was still alive today. I'm sure she would tell you all of them over and over again.

Anita, my dearest friend was also there, quite the suprise to me. She normally comes at 12 sharp, what could be the reason she is here now. "We need to talk about your...friend here... she needs to stay with you at all times. I don't want to be seen around her," Mother scowled. Anita sat down with a blue tone to her face. I want to wrap my arm around her, but I need to act like a proper lady. Oh, I felt terrible just looking at her pitiful expression. Mother left right after for her outing with her friends. Dinner is at 6:40 tonight, and Anita and I were dressing up as if we ruled the world. I mean ofcourse I would always be the queen. Anita is far too soft spoken to even try to be like me. The sweet older lady came up to tell us it was tea time.

I spent most of my tea time coming up with all new fashion lines. Anita loves to try and make them and have them fitted to me. That's how it was until October, I was putting on the new dress Anita made. A lovely blood red dress with soft rufflets near the bottom. We all went out to see a brand new movie. I am quite sure it was" The wizard of Oz". It was new at the time. I thought of myself as the wicked witch and Anita as the good witch of the North. Anita fell asleep half way through, the poor thing had quite a busy day. Mother was annoyed with her sleeping in the theatre. I most watched her peaceful body. She was such a lovely thing, sad to say we are not friends anymore. After the movie we went back to the mansion and off to my room we went.

I could not tell how often we went to the theatre, it is almost a blur now. I spent most of the week on my French, as it was quite important at the time. Mother has been gone more often as of late. I was in the sunroom for tea with Anita gossiping about all kinds of things, until Miss. Priket came in and told sternly Mother will be late and Father will be joining us for tonight. Oh, how I loved my papa. He was such a wonderful man of the house. He took great care into what he did. Quite the outgoing young man. Only 36 and looked 25, that's how good being rich can do for you. Back to the story, my papa came into the sunroom an hour later to join us and he went on about his day. All the meetings he had to go to caused him of all people to lash out and yell at everyone. To say I was shocked was not the right word.

That night, He tucked me into bed and his face was that of a man who has not slept in a few days. He read to me some of the tales from my favorite book. I slept great that night. It was a busy morning the Doubois were coming over for lunch to discuss a new deal with papa. I did not want to come down for that. I find all that boring and not needed.

Things really started to pick up when I was 13. I had much more time to practice becoming a lady. I just finished a new gown to wear out to the ball tonight. Anita is going with me. She wanted to go so bad she begged my mother to come with me. Mother really did not want her to make a fool of me at the ball. She wanted me to start talking more in the social group. She is only letting her go as long as she stays out of the way.

I thought Anita looked great and all the elite class was there. This is going to be the best night of my life. I spot a new man off to the corner. Tall and scrawny, his hair was a soft blondish color. My my, he looked incredible, I want to go talk to him. Anita was looking back and forth between the two of us and a sly smile crossed her face. “ ooh, looks like you got a crush on him,” she cooed at me. My face went hot and I could not tell if she meant that or not. That was entirely rude to say that when there are so many people around.” Oh, we should go over and talk to the handsome guy,” she whispered loudly. I really did not want to. I don’t think he is suitable enough for me.

“Anita, you should go and I will stay with the social group for now,” I whispered softly. I did not see it then, but that man would soon be known as Rodger. Anita will later on Marry that man, but that’s for later in the story. We will get there soon enough. This ballroom was such a nice room to dance around in. I was taught to dance by my governess. Could I have talked to Rodger? Maybe, he really is not my type. I found a different man that caught my pretty eyes. Him and I got along quite well and we danced the night away.

I went home feeling like I met the man who I want to be with for the rest of my life. My future husband, I like the sound of that. Anita was staying overnight, Miss. Pricket brought in the cot for her to lay in. I can’t say it enough, she is such a darling dear. She is really sweet as sugar, even then she is sweeter than that.

I could go on and on about her and her sweet personality. I can see why Rodger fell so fast for her. Mother was in the sunroom talking about sending me somewhere. I was too busy dozing off about the man I was dancing with that night. I wonder if I will ever see him again. 2 months later Anita and Roger started to talk more often. Watching them makes me feel sick. Being so close and touching.